Deep in a remote mountain canyon, scores of miles away from Zhao'an City, two groups of people stood in absolute silence. The tense atmosphere, taut as a bowstring stretched to its breaking point and liable to snap at any second, instantly shattered the canyon's original serenity...
The mysterious man in black robes, Ye Qing, looked coldly at Wan Jianhui, a bone-chilling frost in his voice: "Sect Master Wan, what is the meaning of this?"
A profound and meaningful smile played across Wan Jianhui's face as he said, "Sect Leader Ye Qing, where are you and your Lihuo Cult entourage heading at this time of night?"
Chapter 86